The Defective Novels & Stories

But the words get stuck in my throat when he opens his mouth again. "Subject closed, Zee, indefinitely." This time his voice is murderous with a tinge of defensiveness soaking his words. I raise my hand's mid-air with a sigh that screams, your life, your choice.

“But look at this.” He pulled up a log excerpt from Dominion’s side—scraped from a diagnostic endpoint he’d quietly slipped into their stack weeks ago. PATCH 3.2.1 – POST-DEPLOY – ANOMALOUS BEHAVIOR NOTE: MODEL REWEIGHTING FUNCTION EXHIBITING UNEXPECTED INSTABILITY WHEN HANDLING HIGH-CONFLICT DESIRES. STATUS: ENGINEERING REVIEW. ESCALATED. “It’s wobbling,” he said. “Whenever it tries to suppress certain categories of desire now, the model oscillates instead of converging. Their engineers are flagging it as a bug.”

"You assured me the designs were perfect! You said Joe was reliable! You promised this would work!" "The designs were perfect! I saw them myself! They should have worked!" "Clearly they didn't!" I swept my arm across the desk, scattering documents everywhere. "We've sold thousands of defective pieces! The refund costs alone will bankrupt Silvercrest!" Vanessa's eyes were wide with fear. "I don't understand. I checked the specifications. They looked identical to Isabella's original designs. The same quality, the same materials—" "Then why is every single piece falling apart?" "I don't know!"

I never thought I had an interest in finding them because of the abandonment, but obviously deep down I felt very different about the so-called family that had left me. Behind me, Pops muttered a lot of expletive curses as she tried to get out from the small gap and sit back up properly. Nothing out of the ordinary there, I just ignored her as always. “Unfortunately, no. It should have been easy, or easier, I don’t know.” Alpha was flustered and I could tell that even though he had this information about me, he was frustrated it had not helped to lead him any closer to them. He sighed and really looked at me with so much pain in his eyes that it hurt. It hurt me more that he was struggling t

“The first three SD cards, sir… they’re empty. Corrupted, maybe. Nothing on them.” “Empty?” he roared. He stepped further into the van. It shook under his weight. I could feel him right behind my chair, looking over my shoulder at the screen. “How can three cameras be empty? That’s impossible!” “I don’t know, sir. But the files aren’t there,” I said, trying to sound confused and helpless. “What about that one?” he demanded, pointing a thick finger at the screen. At the folder for the last SD card. The one I was just about to open. “You checked that one?”

Two: You can become one. A message board I found at two in the morning came back to me—half jokes, half urban legends. Bitten wolves. Moonless. Man-made. The words had sat on the screen like they wanted a better font. People in the thread talked about “defects” like they were listing flaws in a car. Slower. Duller. Pain that never quits. My mind had skimmed then, not wanting the ugly bits. I wanted the map. Not the warnings.

She became defensive all of a sudden. "If you didn't do anything wrong, then why do you act like you see a ghost whenever you see me. Why do you become shaky and all defensive. Even a kid could tell the guilt writing over your face." I said sympathetically. I wasn't sure who I sympathized more. She stood there like a statue starring at me in anger. I was confused.

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" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.